[Closed]

[familysucks]

Who: Michael, Wanda & Matt; Michael & Istredd; Michael & Jack; Michael & Castiel
What: Closed prompts for the month
When: February
Where: Horizon
Warnings: None at the moment, will add as required

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Wanda & Matt - Wanda's domain

[familysucks]

On its own, an invitation from Wanda isn't unusual. They've known one another long enough to decide they enjoy each other's presence and to be comfortable with that fact. She's easy for him to talk to—or not talk to, as the mood strikes them—and Michael sees something familiar in her demeanour. Her company is as close as he gets anymore to the feeling of being among fellow angels. Exactly what she gets out of the arrangement he hasn't asked, but he knows she had an elder brother she dearly misses. He can guess.

The request that he be on his best behaviour had been a little strange, however. A bit ominous, even, but Michael trusts Wanda enough to believe that she won't lead him into any unpleasant surprises.

Well. Unless he's really done something to deserve it, recently.

Michael lands on the porch outside the small home inside her domain's forest, accompanied by a winged chaperone. The raven settles on the railing with a flutter and the click of clawed feet against wood. It lets out a short croak to hail their arrival.

He sees himself through the door without knocking. Wanda would know he's here even without the sound of a corvid greeter to alert her. The inside is as he remembers it from his last visit: warm, cozy, a few walls lined with shelves of books and the rest adorned with picture after picture. It's a little overdecorated by Michael's spartan tastes, but he'd never critique Wanda's choices in interior design. Not without the right comedic timing anyway.

Today, Wanda is not alone.

"Wanda." He greets her with a polite incline of his head. Then he turns to the other man, the one he remembers from their recent sea voyage. "And Matt, wasn't it?"

They've never spoken before. Everything he knows about the man boils down to an hour or so bemoaning the roll of the ship on the waves and a stern request from Wanda to treat his religious beliefs with delicacy, but he never forgets a name.

Istredd - Istredd's domain

[familysucks]

Michael sweeps into Istredd's tower like he owns the place, wingbeats that sound suspiciously like sheets being hung to dry announcing his arrival. It's the same imperious attitude he carries himself with everywhere he goes, but he was invited. That's close enough to justification for him. He wears the same modern-looking outfit he did last time he visited. It's the sole change he ever makes to his appearance in the Horizon—a matter of comfort. Experimenting with fashion doesn't hold much interest for him.

He nods a mild greeting as he spots Istredd on the main floor.

"So where is this book of theories you've been preparing?"

Given the theme of Istredd's domain, Michael is making some assumptions about the format of the speculation he and the others have been engaging in.

Jack - Michael's domain

[familysucks]

The diner has become something of a refuge, for Michael. When he grows tired of Solvunn, irritated with its old gods and their constant presence in the thoughts and words of locals, he retreats to this corner of his domain. Being nearer the Singularity does not necessarily put him further away from the gods—if there is anyone who knows for certain the nature of the relationship between the gods and the Singularity, it hasn't reached his ears—but at least his domain is free of offerings and shrines.

Apart from the church, that is. That doesn't count.

He won't get to keep thinking of his domain as a safe place if estranged relatives keep wandering in, though. First Lucifer, and now his son.

Michael rises from the same booth along the wall that he always occupies when he's here. For a moment, all he does is look taken aback. Throwing out his wings in threat wouldn't do much. This isn't truly a face to face meeting, it's merely the Horizon: no harm they might do to one another here will have any real meaning. Besides, they've met before, whether Jack remembers it or not. It hadn't gone so bad. The boy is not his father.

"Jack," he ventures, tone unavoidably guarded but not hostile. "So even a nephilim is subject to the whims of the factions and their summoning ritual."

cas and michael go to church

[unwings]

It isn't often Castiel finds another domain with a Judeo-Christian church, and despite himself, he's curious. If he'd had several more seasons under his belt, he might've know better, but alas. Its contemporary, no grand cathedral, but more realistic that way. The pews are well worn, the organ old but grand, and beautifully crafted stain glass.

It isn't until he's moved on from the altar and started to inspect the stained glass that suspicion starts to set in. When he picks up a hymn book and reads the name of the church printed across the spine.

St. Michael's.

Well shit.

As if electricity shot through him, Cas straightens up, glances one direction then the other, and could swear he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He whips around, ready to flee, only to nearly barrel into a familiar face. Oops.

Caught. Cas clears his throat awkwardly, fiddling with the hymn book still in his hands.

"Hello, brother."